one
day, patricia woke up to find her house unbearably warm. she had no
idea what happened or what was going on. you see, patricia is a penguin
and her house was now... melting! she herself didn't know what to do.
with sweat dripping from her oily flippers she slipped and slid her way
her way out of the now collapsing front door. what?!! what's this?!!
it's... it's green? a confused patricia thought to herself. soon after
escaping her home, just barely passing the front door as it collapsed,
she realized her home was indeed (according to her own thoughts) no
longer in the same place in which it was, just the evening past. i guess
that's what you get with one to many sherries and sardines she
pondered. somehow, someway her cozy home had managed to lodge itself
directly between two immensely large 'trees' bearing fuzzy round
ball-like objects. well of course, she had no idea what to call these
giants now surrounding her home, but she supposed 'tree' would reach a
proper effect, not even knowing where the words themselves came from she
realized these 'trees' were maliciously throwing their round balls down
in the direction of her house. well now! hey there!! she exclaimed. as
one plunged straight through her melting roof. the collapse of her roof
sent her shuddering to the ground into a pile of hot, gritty, yellow
stuff. shouting and waving her flippers in protest, she soon realized
her futility as the brown, fuzzy bombs continued to fall on her house...
ruining it to a pile of quickly melting ice and snow. what sort of
inhospitable place is this?! she frowned to herself. twisting around she
brought herself up and resigned herself to begin the exploration of
this... place... she had been so rudely thrown into.
TAY~! Where's my TAY!!